TP - WEEK ONE CURFEW - OH GOD NOT THE CHURCH

[impacter]

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[ohrlyeh]

[He really just looks like he collapsed here from a nap attack behind a pew Family Guy death style and was....sleeping up until now. He's still not moving.]

....Other people?

[Bleh.]

[impacter]

[Someone is stuck in a clergy outfit when he sticks his head overtop whatever pew Lovecraft has stuffed himself again.]

I thought I recognized that voice.

We really need to stop meeting like this, Lovecraft. Your poor back must be in tatters.

[ohrlyeh]

Oh, Solomon. You're back from...being eaten.

[Hi.]

My back is fine. I think.

[impacter]

[snrk]

Ah, yes, that devious people-eater. Don't worry, it's been dealt with.

[ohrlyeh]

Oh. Okay.


[OKAY WITH RETURNING FROM THE DEAD????]

Why are you...here.

[impacter]

I was curious about something. [if you see him glancing at fandaniel: no you didn't]

It's very late - I'm surprised you're not down at your dorm.

[ohrlyeh]

[Also glancing at Fandaniel except his neck sort of. Cracks with this one? It's fine.]

I fell asleep.

[OBVIOUS]

What's wrong with...him?

[impacter]

Oh, what isn't wrong with him?

[Said jokingly.]

Don't worry about it. A little feud between the two of us, nothing more.

[Though it does look like Fandaniel's trying and failing to escape out the doors. Hm.]

[fouettee]

Good evening, Monsieur.

[He said he'd rather sleep so she just didn't bother him. Learning.]

Did you have a pleasant rest?

[ohrlyeh]

I did, yes.

[While looking like a crumpled QWOP doll.]

Why are you here, Annette...?

[fouettee]

I came to pray. I'm used to doing so at my bedside, but I didn't want to bother everyone we share a room with by doing so there...

[Old habits die hard. Even if the God overseeing them is unkind and perhaps not even her own, maybe somewhere, the God she knows and loves will hear her.]

Though I admit, I didn't expect anyone else to be here this late.

[ohrlyeh]

What time is it? Oh bother...

[Did he really not....know...........]

Are you praying to Father? Or a different god?

[fouettee]

Just past eleven, I believe.

[Her face scrunches. A complicated question!]

I'm praying to the Father I know, if not the one we've been told about...though they sound to be similar, in so many ways. I suppose I'm simply...praying to whoever will hear me.

[ohrlyeh]

Hm.

[What a conundrum.]

And do you think they...will listen?

[trollophoroi]

[ ...what now? He was really just leading Solomon around on a useless chase by shadily wandering the campus late at night, and it ended in the chapel. He's in a suit suitable for mass, thankfully, and not anything clergy-related.

They only need one of those here, honestly.

But since he'd intended to continue on, he's opting to slip out the side doors while Solomon's distracted by the others in the chapel. Only the door doesn't open. He'll give it a push a few times. Nothing. He can turn the handle, so it clearly isn't locked, but— ]

That's interesting.

[fouettee]

[Despite how often she has been coming to the chapel, Annette hadn't exactly been intent on ever sleeping here--so it definitely catches her attention when she notices what's happening at the doors. Her brow knits in concern as she approaches, hesitant.]

It's locked? That hasn't happened any time I've been here, before...

[trollophoroi]

[ He tosses a look her way as she approaches and gives a shake of his head. He steps back after one final attempt. ]

Unlocked, from what I can tell. Something on the opposite side is keeping it from opening.

[fouettee]

How strange...

[She won't bother trying to test it for herself--it really seemed as if he was giving it an earnest go.]

I can't imagine that we'd be targeted specifically for something like this.

[trollophoroi]

You can never know for sure. Trap a few people in a building, plan something that might bring it down on our heads... or, perhaps, we are merely being kept from meddling in something, hm?

now in the right place oops

[impacter]

[Well he WAS following up to tease, but when it's clear something's wrong, he's at least knowing better than to make too much jokes about it.]

As much as I'm glad our little chase is over, I wasn't exactly expecting this... the door isn't blocked on the other side, is it?

[trollophoroi]

Interesting how you guessed that so quickly, Solomon. Do you have something to do with he doors being blocked?

[impacter]

As funny as that might be? No, I'm afraid not.

[It's said a little too brightly as he pulls out his phone and flips it open. A beat, and his brow furrows.]

I don't suppose you've lost access to the forum, as well?

[trollophoroi]

[ Lips pursed into a little frown, he digs the flip phone out of a pocket and checks. ]

...no access. Something must have happened.

[impacter]

...

Perhaps the Father is making good on his rules, after all. [Said quietly, calmly, though his eyes are sharp as he traces the space for any other exits.]

Dawn by Friday, I believe, was the time limit on his third edict.

[trollophoroi]

[ The third edict... ]

Ah, of course. Every seven days, on the fifth day, thou shalt kill.

[ Something about that elicits an actual giggle from the man, and it just spirals from there. He laughs. Laughs! ]

Ha! Someone is going to die, and here I am, stuck in some holy building with you instead of having a front row seat to the show.